Lead the flock, or feed the herd.
Some marriages don’t always end in divorce. For Mac and Stacey, there is no time to worry if career failure will ruin their marriage, because both already have. They couldn’t conceive, and that was the beginning of the end. That is…until a night when a strange woman intrudes into their lives. The American dream, children, a white picket fence, happy husband and wife, and a strange woman with a tail. She wants to pick up where things left off so horribly—even at the cost of her host’s free will.
There was silence.
Mac proceeded towards the kitchen. Using his iphone, he illuminated the dining room and hallways in front of him. It was just enough light to see how black it really was. His bare foot hit something wet. He looked down and saw a piece of meatloaf on the floor. Then he found another, and another. In the dining room that lead to the kitchen, meat loaf was strewn everywhere. Mac crossed over from the land of nervous and into the realm of scared shitless. When he flashed his cell phone’s ethereal white glow into the kitchen, he saw two bright orbs in front of him. A quick scream escaped him, “Son of a…”
Footsteps took off in front of him. Mac stumbled through the dining room, knocking over a chair and shattering a glass. He fell and sprawled on the floor. He cursed, got back on his feet, realizing he lost his phone.
He heard some noise. He heard eating. Although eating was what it sounded like when you were chewing and swallowing with fork and knife. This sounded more like a feeding, a gorging, the food orgy of a man sized sewer rat. He clutched his pistol. To think his tongue was in that mouth. Mac sucked in air through clenched teeth and fought against the darkness, he went in with his gun.
Like a caged animal, two filmy eyes gleamed in the light from outside.
Mac raised the gun.